Shutting Down Shop?

RJ and Peyton froze on the backseat of her mom's sedan as they heard the black SUV's doors open. Voices followed. Some slurred, some sullen. And a single angry voice that stood out above all the rest.

"I swear, you people are worse than toddlers," Harvey barked as his door opened.

"Am not!" Fred exclaimed drunkenly from the rear passenger seat. "I didn't pee or poop my pants," he added with a giggle that swiftly morphed into a round of hiccups.

"No, you just sucker-punched Eddie. And then, proceeded to launch yourself over the table at him during the inevitable...oh, wait, I forget something. Your old ass only managed to flop face-first onto the table, knocking everything around and entirely ruining the poker game."

"Didn't matter. I was already out of--"

From their vantage point, Peyton and RJ saw Mr. Stratton's car bounce more than they heard the loud thud. The others standing nearby heard the sound. The hidden lovers wondered briefly if Mr. Diamond and Mr. Singer had started to fight, but that notion swiftly vanished.

"What are you doing?" Harvey asked, climbing out of the front seat. He'd turned to face his daughter's boyfriend, who had already hopped out of the vehicle. "Why would you try and get him out on this side? There's a car here! The other side is open space."

"Ish uktey," Jeff Lockett drunkenly reassured Harvey from where he'd fallen out of the SUV and slammed into the side of the Stratton's sedan.

"It's not you that I'm worried about being okay," the cabin owner responded. "Jesus, did you dent Clive's car?"

"Upe nut," Jeff replied, using his arm strength to push himself back from the side of the car that he'd slumped into. "Habby be pessed."

"Owen!" Harvey exclaimed as Jeff's momentum sent him falling backward into the SUV. "Catch him!"

"What? I didn't do anything," the college student protested sullenly. He'd failed to catch the drunken bear but caught the dirty glare on his girlfriend's father's face.

"Oww! What the hell?" Fred howled.

"Just trying to stop your hiccups," Sybil said to her younger brother.

"You punched me in the back!" Fred pointed out, leading to bickering on the far side of the SUV.

"You know what? I've had it with your attitude!" Harvey snarled, pushing past Owen to help Jeff before he fell to the concrete floor. "I'm going to have a talk with Whitney about it tomorrow."

"Why are you bitching at me?" the ex-quarterback snapped back. "He's the one that ruined my pending victory!"

"Oh, please! Amelia said you were down to your last chips. Face it, kid. You were about to lose to a middle-aged woman, and your pride can't handle it."

"I could've come back! I had her right where I wanted her!" Owen protested.

"Not with Amelia. I might not have seen it, but I'll believe her side of the story any day. She's more upset that she didn't wipe that smirk off your face," Harvey continued as he staggered under Jeff's weight. "Uh, a little help here."

"Maybe if Mrs. Ridge can't handle a guy's confidence, she shouldn't play," Owen suggested with a touch of scorn. He knew enough to mumble the next part about skirts.

Over in Bridget Tarver's car, RJ's body clenched with anger at hearing his former football protégé speak that way about his mother. Sensing that her naked lover might make his feelings known, Peyton managed to change positions. No longer spooning side-to-side, the lithe blonde now covered RJ's body with her own. She added a few hushed words to soothe the upset son.

While that happened, Harvey continued to grumble over Whitney's boyfriend.

"Thanks, Fred, but you're not the one I asked for help. You're actually making things worse," Harvey told his intoxicated friend. Fred's idea of helping nearly sent him, Harvey, and Jeff into the closed garage door behind the Strattons' car.

"C'mon, little brother. Why don't you help by standing over there," Sybil suggested. "Let us adults handle this."

"Adult? You're just as bad as the rest," Harvey stated.

"What did I do?" Sybil responded fiercely.

"More like who," her brother's friend said in a quieter tone, but not soft enough that Peyton and RJ couldn't miss it. "Hey, where are you going?"

"To bed!" Owen's faint voice said from a distance.

"Get back here and help!" Harvey bellowed before lowering his voice. "Frigging kids these days." Turning his attention back to one of his childhood crushes, he continued. "What happened in the bedroom isn't my business. The bathroom and the off-limits person? I'm making that my business."

"I don't know--"

"For fuck's sake, Sybil. He's your friend's son," Harvey hissed quietly.

Quiet enough that the two hidden car occupants couldn't hear, nor could her brother make out. But they got the gist of the conversation. Knowing Sybil Gettinger's reputation as one of the top MILFs in the town, RJ felt a twitch in his cock at the thought of her getting down and dirty. On top of him, Peyton felt butterflies in her stomach at a married woman cheating on her husband. Surprisingly, something about that forbidden act turned her on. Reaching down, the blonde cupped the soft but warming-up cock.

"Did someone hurt you, Sibby?" Fred questioned, perking up from where he started to nod off.

"Nothing that concerns you, Freddy. Just keep on holding up the garage," the old sister joked.

"We're not finished. Tomorrow..." Harvey left hanging as a sulking Owen stomped over to help support Jeff's other side.

"Okay, let's go, Freddy," Sybil ordered her brother.

"Wha--oh, right. Hey, I think somebody left their clothes out here," Finn's father said.

Inside the Tarvers' car, Peyton's hand froze while cupping RJ's slowly reviving cock. Their eyes meet one another in worry.

"Fred, the garage door won't go down if you're standing in front of the sensor," Harvey informed him.

"No, wait, there's clothes on the floor by the workbench. Maybe somebody got luck--"

"Fred!"

Peyton and RJ breathed sighs of relief as they heard the rumble of the garage door as it started down.

"We'll wait a few minutes and grab our clothes," RJ whispered.

"How about Round Four first?" Peyton suggested huskily into his ear.

"I'm supposed to be the one that gets to have fun. Happy-Go-Lucky Harvey, you know. Yet, I'm the one that has to act our age. Why can't I get to have any fun?" the cabin owner moaned as the door shut, but Peyton's moans caused them not to hear.

---

"Okay, we're almost there. I just need you to be a big boy and lift that heavy foot of yours one last time," Sean urged Austin.

The two teens had reached the final step inside the boathouse that led to the second floor. The trek through the falling snow had felt like an eternity to Sean. Once Austin's intoxicated mind had accepted that he was Marcus and that Sean was Austin, the school's quarterback had continually gushed about how great of a friend Austin was to him. Listening to Austin praise himself had caused Sean's stomach to churn. The only good aspect was learning about girls that Marcus had potentially hooked up with. There were a few surprising names on the list that Austin had wanted confirmed by his friend.

Opening the door to the bunkroom, Sean found himself surprised to find Newt awake and shocked that he had two girls with him. No way! Sean's sex-addled brain thought for a second. Any ideas that his virgin friend lost that status in a threesome ended when he spotted the tablet in Polly's hand. Of course, Newt's got two girls in his bedroom, and it's to play video games.

"Ohmigawd! Austin, what happened?" Polly screeched in concern.

Sean watched as Newt rolled his eyes at their classmate's concern. Those same eyes swiftly showed panic after Polly tossed his tablet onto the bed while she rushed over to check on her next-door neighbor. Behind her, Robin carried on Newt's eye-rolling with an added shake of her head.

"What did you do to Austin?" Polly demanded to know from Sean as he helped the drunk quarterback sit down on the chair.

"Olly? Me Macus, ee Ausdin," Austin declared in annoyance.

"What?" Polly, Newt, and Robin all said simultaneously but with varying tones.

"You heard him. He's Marcus, and I'm Austin," Sean stated as a grin formed.

"Why would he think--how could you?!" Polly admonished her classmate.

"Asudin? Gut a publem," Austin said to his fake version.

Glancing over, Sean saw Austin holding his hand up in front of his face while squinting at it. Recalling what he'd said earlier, Sean pressed on with the explanation. "Uh, don't worry, Marcus. Once you warm back up, your skin color will change back."

"Oh, ukey!" Austin nodded.

"Holy crap! You managed to convince him that he's Marcus?" Newt chuckled. That earned him a **** glare from Polly, who immediately moved that **** ray toward Sean.

"How could you? That's mean, Sean Tarver. Plain mean!"

"Serber? Air?" Austin asked, swinging his head around so fast that he nearly tumbled off his chair.

"Did you **** him?" Polly accused. Rising off her feet, the usually mousy wallflower stormed over to Sean.

Whoa, she's kinda hot when pissed off, Sean thought as Polly stopped inside his personal space. Her red, flushed face and flared nostrils had the opposite effect on Sean than she'd have hoped. Having only finished an explosive round of sex, Sean's brain flashed an image of grabbing the uptight girl and laying a passionate kiss on her. Maybe I'm supposed to pass Aunt Gabby's lessons on to others?

"Did you?"

"Boobs!"

The blurted-out word broke the tension between the two teens. Both turned their attention back to the middle of the room as Robin spoke.

"Don't even think about it," she growled.

"Austin! Stop that!" Polly shrieked at where her neighbor sat at the table with his hands stretched out in the direction of the youngest Ridge sibling. What horrified Polly? Austin's hands opening and closing as he moaned the word "boobs" again.

Stomping back over toward the subject of her long-lasting crush, Polly took a page out of Aurora Rusk's treatment of her twin brother. She slapped Austin in the back of the head.

"Yeow!" the owner of the head expressed in his pain. Turning away from the big pair of tits, Austin felt for a moment that he'd see Lacey standing behind him for some strange reason. "Olly?"

"What are you doing, Austin?"

"No, me Macus. Macus luvs dig itties!"

"No, you are not Marcus. You're my next-door neighbor, Austin Rusk," the angry girl declared, emphasizing her point with a jabbing finger. "And that mean man over there--"

THUD

"--who told you that lie is--"

THUD

"--Sean--"

THUD

"--Tar--"

THUD

"What's that sound?" Sean asked, his voice filled with concern.

THUD

"Yeah, what is that?" Newt questioned, glancing around.

Austin and Polly did the same. Robin didn't. She'd seen the source of the sound and worked to stifle a giggle.

THUD

"Oh, no!" Sean exclaimed.

"What?" Polly nearly screamed in annoyance while Austin's head swung around on a swivel in its search.

THUD

"I think Mr. Stratton found his ax!" Sean speculated.

"Acey's dod?!"

"And he's testing it out before he comes for you," Sean added before slamming his fist into the side of a top bed bunk.

THUD

"Me!? U Ausdin!"

"No, Polly's right. You're Austin again."

THUD

"Egin?"

"He's right! Mr. Stratton's out there chopping wood!" Robin revealed from the window that she'd rushed over toward.

"Really?" Newt asked. He'd actually started to walk over to look for himself until he saw Robin's incredulous face. Halting his step, the nerdy teen glanced over at his close friend as another thud sounded. Resuming his walk to the window that overlooked Wasp Lake, he pretended to peer over the younger girl's shoulder. "It is Mr. Stratton!"

"No, it's not! Dammit, Austin. Sean's the one making--"

THUD

"I Ausdin? I Ausdin!" Terror filled the usually cocky athlete's face as he recalled what Whitney said that Lacey's father planned to do with that ax.

"Yeah, you're Austin," Newt agreed. "It must be some Freaky Friday thing."

"And it looks like Mr. Stratton is coming this way!" Robin announced, winking at Sean.

"No, he's not!" Polly argued, even as she moved toward the window to double-check. Austin might be her crush, but she did wonder if Lacey's father finally snapped.

"Eeky Ridey? Me Ausdin!" Austin repeated as he struggled to his feet. Looking around frantically, his frightened face perked up from a new idea. "No! Me nut Ausdin. Me Erad!"

"What?" Polly questioned.

"Me Erad!" Austin repeated as he hurried over toward the bunks on the west side. Sean, Robin, and Newt held in laughs as they watched him struggle to climb up to the top bunk. Once he did, Austin wrapped the blankets around himself. Turning back, he uttered one last "Me Erad" before covering his face with Jared's blanket.

"Yep, I guess that was Jared who came in with me," Sean announced before biting his hand to keep from laughing uncontrollably.

"Gawd, that Jared is such a perve. He was staring at my chest again," Robin remarked loudly.

"This is not funny!" Polly screeched. "You're all mean!"

"Nope, he's the mean one," Newt responded, gesturing a thumb at the person hiding in Jared's bunk.

"That's it! I'm going back!"

"Uh, you might want to wait," Sean suggested. "I think they're still cleaning up over there."

"Cleaning up?" Polly's step faltered near the door.

"Uh, yeah, things got, um, a little crazy over there," Sean mumbled.

"Great," Polly muttered, her shoulder sagging.

"See? We were right," Newt said to her. Noticing Sean's questioning look, he added. "Robin wanted to head back earlier, but the two of us knew better."

"So we're stuck here for longer." Polly appeared almost in tears as she went over to sit in the chair that Austin vacated. A loud snore alerted them to the drunk teen's new state.

"Hey, I, uh, managed to save your game," Newt said, handing his tablet to her.

"Thanks." The two nerdy teens shared a brief smile.

Taking note of the shared smile, Sean flashed a look over at Robin, who shrugged.

"Hey, have you seen Vance or RJ?" she asked the recent returnee. "Vance drove us here, but I think my brother took the keys away from him."

"RJ went with, uh, I think he went for a walk," Sean replied. Where did Peyton and RJ go? She wouldn't have, would she? "As for Vance: I haven't seen him for a couple of hours, I think. I only, um, saw Ellie. She's, uh, talking with Finn."

"That's great," Robin remarked sarcastically. "I hope there's a couch around here that's comfortable."

"Oh, we have an extra bed in my room if you stay the night," Polly revealed. "You can have it."

As Robin expressed her gratitude over the offer, Sean's eyes roamed up and down the busty teen's body. Finished, he next moved his attention over to Polly and appraised her figure. Ideas and images began to form. They conjured up scenes that all three could do if Newt wasn't around. Even better if he escorted them back to the cabin and found an empty room.

Blinking his eyes, Sean managed to stave off the approaching daydream. How didn't having sex stop them? This is not good! Realizing that he needed the night to end before temptation caused him to get into more trouble, Sean climbed up to his bunk and said his good-nights.

---

"Sorry, Gabby. I don't know how he got drunk so fast," Harvey apologized for the third time since he, Owen, and Fred barged into the Locketts' room.

"Don't worry about it," Gabriela shrugged it off as she faked sleepiness. She'd barely managed to get to her room and change into her nightwear before they arrived at her door.

Wishing her a good night, Harvey returned to the hallway in time to see Sybil slink into her room. Sighing, he wasn't looking forward to tomorrow and getting to the bottom of what happened between her and Austin. Reaching the rec room, Harvey paused and closed his eyes as he heard Fred's words and felt a headache starting.

"Yep, he's buck naked."

"Seriously?" Owen asked, backing away from the couch where a naked Vance slept.

"Wonder who he got lucky with?" Fred questioned, glancing at the TV screen. "Unless he jacked one off to--hey! The kid's watching She's All That!"

Owen shot a horrified look at the TV and at the back of the couch as he imagined Fred's second suggestion.

"Shit, this movie was great. Hey, Harv, remember that time you were going to act the movie out in real life with that art girl, Marcy Rem--"

"No, I wasn't. You tried to bet me into doing it, and I said no," Harvey reminded him. Pinching his brow, he motioned toward Owen. "Could you help him to bed?"

"I don't need help," Fred literally shrugged off Owen's help. "You didn't? That's right; you did turn it down. Wait, who did I bet then?" Thinking hard in his drunken state, Fred began to sway back and forth.

"To bed, Fred," Harvey ordered, turning his friend in the correct direction. Owen saw his chance and fled out the sliding doors.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Harvey watched as his old friend started down the hall. Several steps from his door, Fred abruptly stopped, slapping himself in the forehead. "That's right; I took the bet. Man, Marcy could sure suck a--"

"Fred, go to bed!" Harvey ordered again before heading to the stairs to see what mess he'd find on the main floor.

Harvey failed to notice the hushed footsteps racing down the hallway as he reached the first floor. Instead, his mind went over how he'd been wrong about not needing to hire professional cleaners for this cabin stay. If he had looked to his right, Harvey would've seen his daughter entering the master suite. But, instead, his gaze took in the surprisingly spotless great room.

Time to check the rest of the main rooms.

His hope of not finding another naked person vanished as Harvey opened the door to the sunroom. Peeking inside, he found Finn and Ellie Ridge under a shared blanket. Their startled looks and bare shoulders led Harvey to assume that they matched Vance in his lack of clothes.

"Sorry to bother you two," Harvey apologized as the two lovers blushed. "You probably should come inside. Unless you want to wake up every hour or two and feed more logs into the stove, it's going to get pretty cold in here tonight."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Diamond. We sorta got carried away," Ellie apologized.

"Don't be. We're all here to have fun." Except for me, apparently. "Feel free to use one of the couches in the great room. There are extra blankets in the downstairs closet."

"Thank you, but I'm not sure if we're staying. I'll have to find my family."

"All I've seen is Vance, and he's down for the count in the rec room.."

"Oh!"

"I'll go get you the blankets, and you can freshen up," Finn offered.

Opting to give the two college students their privacy, Harvey returned to the kitchen. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, he purposely kept his back toward the dining room. First, he heard the soft footsteps of Rusty and Amelia's daughter as she scurried past the kitchen. When the louder footsteps of Fred's son exited the sunroom, Harvey turned around.

"I'm really sorry, Uncle--"

"Stop that, Finn," Harvey interrupted. Talking a sip from his drink, he walked over to the young man that he considered a nephew. "Ellie Ridge, huh? She's a pretty one. Never apologize for the pretty ones. I'm proud of you, Finny. You deserve a little fun this week."

"It's not like that," Finn said sheepishly.

"I know what it's like, kid," Harvey said, ruffling Finn's sandy brown hair. "Don't worry about the sunroom; I'll fix it up. You go and give her a better good night kiss than your first attempt."

"How did you..."

"I know, kid, I know."

Chuckling, Harvey left the kitchen. Walking into the sunroom, he realized that it needed to be aired out but couldn't in this weather. Checking to make sure that the wood stove was okay, he glanced around. Finn's a good kid and a polite guest. If I hadn't found them in here, I'd have never known they fucked around. Hmm, what's that?

Perking his head up, Harvey listened intently. Hearing the faint sound of a motor running, the cabin owner glanced at the door leading outside and frowned. Glancing back at the closed French doors, Harvey sighed. He'd have to forgo a coat as he didn't want to interrupt any moment between Finn and Ellie.

"Guess it's out into the cold night for me," Harvey said to himself, thinking his night had really turned out to be a dud. Sure, he'd had his moment of fun with Cordelia, but he hadn't finished. So rather than finally cum with a woman for the first time since his quickie over a month ago, he found himself heading into the freezing air to clean up after his daughter.

Hurrying down the deck stairs, Harvey braced himself against the cold, whipping wind. Hitting the ground, he turned and noticed the lights on inside the lower sunroom. Wondering how the hell Whitney managed to leave everything turned on inside the room, Harvey entered.

What he saw inside would turn his frown upside down.